Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

"These are the magnets which so strongly move and work all night upon thy light and love, as beauteous shapes, we know not why, command and guide the eye." Amarantha had destroyed numerous lives, especially Aurilena Sterle's. After the murder of her family, as requested by Amarantha herself, she fled to the Spring Court. Even when the blight swept over Prythian, she remained, choosing to become Tamlin's political advisor despite the bad blood between her home court and his. Their time was coming to an end when their saving grace appeared. Will Feyre Archeron be able to save them or will she only doom them further? What happens when morals change, alliances shift, friendships are pushed to the limit, wars begin to bloom, and romance with the unexpected comes to the surface? You may be able to take the girl out of the Court of Nightmares, but can you ever truly take the Court of Nightmares out of the girl?

where shadow meets something wild enough to bloom. 𖥸 ᴛᴀʟʟᴜʟᴀʜ is the kind of female old places remember: beautiful, venomous, and carrying something ancient enough to turn buried altars and sacred groves restless beneath her feet. When Azriel finds her in a sacred grove, everything changes. This is a story of sacred power, brutal devotion, and a love sharp enough to kneel for.

She was Rhysand's heart-his mate, his wife, his beginning and end. Until she was stolen, her memories rewritten, their bond buried beneath lies. And Rhys? He never stopped searching. Now, she's a stranger to herself, haunted by dreams she can't explain and a pull she doesn't understand. Velaris is unfamiliar. Her family, forgotten. And Rhys is just a shadow on the edge, grieving, waiting. But the truth always finds a way. The story of a High Lady lost, and the High Lord who never let her go. A love that even death couldn't erase.

DARK ROMANCE FANTASY What happens when a Human girl is suffering and wanting to end it all; but fate slips up on her, and brings her to a new world, one she already knows so much about, but still so little ? -❛𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤?❜ ༺•*~. ⁛ • . ፨ . •* ~. ⁛ • .፨• .•* ~. ⁛ *•~༻ Aᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ ~ Rhysand x OC ༺•*~. ⁛ • . ፨ . •* ~. ⁛ • .፨• .•* ~. ⁛ *•~༻ CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT- NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. DARK = SENSITIVE TOPICS #1 in -worldcrossover #5 in -innercircle

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

She became a nurse to save lives, but forgot her own in the process. Clinging to a fading dream, she moves through blood and sirens with soft hands and a cracking heart. Then came Rhysand. Too sharp, too poised, too dangerous. He watches her like she's a secret only he knows. He shouldn't care. But he does. What begins as a quiet obsession blooms into something electric. Loving him means stepping into the dark and realising it feels like home. Is he the ruin of her, or her only way out? A story of a girl raised to heal, and a man who only knew how to destroy-until her.

After killing a faerie wolf in the human lands, Lyra Andersen and Feyre Archeron are dragged into the realm of Prythian as punishment. Captured by Tamlin, the high Lord of the spring court, the two girls are thrust into a world of beauty, danger, and secrets. Tamlin, unsure which of the two ended the fae's life, keeps them both under tight watch. As Lyra and Feyre struggle to adapt to life in the spring court, they begin to uncover whispers of a growing ancient shadow threatening all of Prythian-one that consume both fae and human alike. In a world ruled by courts and power, survival means more than staying alive-it means facing the darkness within and without. -Will follow most of the book with a few alternate plots and my character instead of Feyre. -eventually Rhysand/Original female character. Disclaimer: I do not own rights to A court of thorns and roses, all rights belong to Sarah J. Maas.